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A night-time tram home, silence pierced by overly jovial boys. I stared at the trees lining the highway, the cars hurrying home, the dark blue sky, pondering the line out of the song on my headphones, which said "you got the best of my love". One of these days I'll be able to say that without hearing a nagging little voice of doubt. Speed through the night, toward the great white tower that guards my little home. Keep me safe so I can return to the glassy building tomorrow, and continue on my way. It's better than nothing.